She whimpered as her mate went wild, sucking and licking at the bite mark on her neck until she screamed for something, anything to make her come. The broken Spanish she’d been reduced to only seemed to spur him on as he sucked up another mark right on top of the mating one.
But he didn’t sink his fangs into her again, didn’t grant her that last little bit that would shove her over the edge. Instead, he tugged on her, twisting until they were both on the floor, his head between her thighs and his cock nudging her lips. She took him in, the salty flavor of her mate exploding on her tongue.
He groaned and began returning the favor, licking and sucking on her clit until she finally, finally tumbled over the edge. She shook under him, barely coherent enough to keep sucking on him, letting him feel her moans on his engorged flesh.
“More.” Steve rolled them to their sides, groaning when his cock slipped from between her lips. “More, Graciela.”
She licked the tip of his cock.
“Please.” He followed up on that pleading demand by lifting her leg and sucking her clit back into his mouth and humming.
Chela damn near came again. Who knew a man could give a woman a hummer?
She took him back into her mouth, savoring the feel of him throbbing on her tongue, her lips wrapped tight around him. He thrust into her mouth, careful even now, when he was damn near feral, not to hurt her.
Soon it wasn’t enough to taste him, to feel his tongue on her. She needed him inside her, to feel her mate pounding into her again. She pulled free of his grasp, ignoring his disappointed sigh.
She had plans.
She tugged until he rolled over onto his back, straddling his hips with a wicked grin. “Aw, amorcito. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” She reached between her legs and stroked his cock.
When he grinned, she knew his wolf had almost complete control. His fangs were fully extended, his eyes glowing. “I’ve got this.”
Before she knew it he’d flipped them, pushing her onto her stomach and lifting her ass into the air. She whimpered as he blanketed her, his chin resting right on the mating mark, his cock half inside her. “Good?”
She opened her senses, allowing his arousal to wash over her. “Fuck me.”
“My pleasure.”
The twin sensations almost undid her. The feel of him sliding into her, the thickness of him spreading her wide and the slick heat of her own pussy clamping down on him filled her. She cried out as he began a punishing rhythm, pounding into her with a ferocity that would have frightened her if she hadn’t been inside his head.
Steve was desperate to make her come, to feel her clamping down around him, to know he’d brought her pleasure. He wanted her to howl, to bare her fangs at him, to scream his name so that every fucking hairy asshole out there knew Graciela Mendoza was fucking taken.
The fact that she was doing just that would have freaked him the hell out a month ago. Now, he found it so hot there was no way he wouldn’t blow soon. First, he had to make her come.
Had. To. His wolf demanded it, and Steve was more than willing to comply.
He could fucking feel her in his head, riding their shared pleasure. She was using her powers, opening herself up to what they were doing together. While part of him mourned that he would never share that with her, the other part, the part desperate to make her scream, gloried in it. She’d know exactly how it felt to slide into her wet heat, the sheer joy of her clamping around him. She’d share in the glory of taking her in a way no other woman ever could.
Steve was hooked. One taste of her golden skin and he’d known, that first time, he’d never get away. Now, he couldn’t even imagine wanting to. Who would want to give this up?
She cried out, her hands sliding on the floor, forcing her shoulders down to the ground. It changed the angle, made her even tighter. Steve swore, holding back his orgasm by his fingernails and a prayer.
He followed her down, pressing until her chest was flat on the floor before shifting slightly. He grabbed hold of her hips as he continued to pound into her.
When her fingers started scrabbling on the hardwood floors, he knew she was close. “Come, baby. Come for me.”
The first wave of her orgasm triggered his own, sending him over the edge into dark ecstasy. He choked out a cry, the pleasure almost tipping over into pain as the orgasm rushed through him. He poured himself into her, gasping as the pleasure went on and on.
Graciela keened, the sound almost a howl, her pussy a tight, wet vise gripping him hard. When he leaned over and licked the mark he’d left on her neck, she shuddered, more ripples from her wet heat sending shockwaves through his system.
At the end they were both panting, gasping, covered in sweat and utterly spent. He collapsed next to her and cuddled her close, not caring that they were still on the cold, unforgiving floor. When she practically draped herself on top of him, he purred with pleasure. The feel of her skin sliding against his, slick and smelling of the two of them, damn near made him hard again. “So.”
She stroked her fingers through his chest hairs, her leg sliding up until her knee rested just below his balls. “So?”
“I think I could get used to this dog shit.”
She giggled, and it was one of the most beautiful sounds she’d ever heard. “Dog shit?” She wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”
“Yeah.” He tried to hide his grin, fully aware that she was still somehow in his head, reading his emotions. “We need to do this in the woods.”
She lifted her head from his chest, her smile lighting her whole face. “The woods?”
He tried to keep his expression innocent, knowing he failed. “That’s where dog shit happens, right?”
“Ugh. Knock it off with that shit.” She rested her head against his chest again as he chuckled. “You’re not that cute, Mr. Hoode.”
“Yes, I am.” He puffed out his chest, losing it when she giggled again. God, when was the last time he’d felt so comfortable around a woman? Any of the ones he’d known before would have taken his head off for daring to make that kind of joke.
Graciela not only laughed, she played along.
Her laughter faded away as she resumed stroking his chest hair. “We have some decisions to make.”
He nodded. “Like whether or not the Flyers will beat the Rangers in the next game?”
“The Flyers are going to rip them a new asshole, but that’s beside the point.”
He shuddered. “That’s it. We’re through.” He stroked her back lazily, making no move to stand up. He tsked. “Mated to a Flyers fan. Now I know the Mayans were right when they said the world was going to end. They just got the date wrong.”
She tilted her chin until she was gazing up at him. “How do you feel about living here?”
He shrugged. He’d known, the moment he was told he was Pack, that odds were good if he survived, he’d be making the mountains his home again. Hell, his parents would probably be thrilled. They still owned a craft store about twenty minutes away. Part of him would miss New York, but he could visit anytime he wished. He’d keep his condo there and just bring Graciela with him. “I’d love to.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Liar. You hate the cold.”
His heart pounding, he pulled her up until he could kiss her nose. “Yeah, but I love you more.”
The sweet smile that graced her face was more than worth the snow.
Epilogue
“What have you done?” Graciela was giggling like a little girl. It was the cutest thing Steve had seen in a long time. Even better was the cleavage on the dark red, V-neck dress she wore. The dress hugged her curves and showcased her golden skin to perfection. The gold, strappy heels were the sexiest things he’d seen in years. He had every intention of taking her home after the reception and fucking her while she wore nothing but those pretty little heels.